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THE SWORD OF 
AMERICA 

qA iMdsque of the War 



'By 
WILLIAM CHAUNCY LANGDON 



THE SWORD OF 
AMERICA 

cA Basque of the War 



'By 
WILLIAM CHAUNCY LANGDON 



Urbana-Champaign 

Illinois 

1917 



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Copyright, 1917 

By William Chauncy Langdon 

All Rights Reserved 



All acting rights and motion picture rights are reserved by the author. Permission for 
performance must be secured in writing. Address : 

William Chauncy Langdon 

University of Illinois 

Urbana, Illinois 



Price, 25c. a copy. q^\q 4 8 5 J. 7 



DEC (0 1917 



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THE PERSONS OF THE MASQUE 



Shadows 

Mother Nature 

Two Attendant Shadows 

America 

Britain 

Belgium 

Sacrifice 

Vision 

Farmers and Workmen 

Red Cross Nurses 
Soldiers and Volunteers 



THE SWORD OF AMERICA 

qA Basque of the War 



The "place is an open glade on a high ground at the time 
of the setting of the sun. A giant oak spreads its branches out 
over the grassy level and over a great boulder at its foot, en- 
veloping all within its shade in deep gloom, while its upper 
branches are still golden in the light of the sun. A roadway 
passes along in front leading up to the higher ground. 

The Orchestra sounds forth the opening passages of 
Edvard Grieg's Ase's Death, from the Peer Gynt Suite, No. 1. 
The strains thrill through the branches and leaves of the Tree 
with the passing breeze and echo over the grassy and wooded, 
heights beyond. Nothing else is seen that is living. Then, as 
the music continues, there pours out upon the glade from the 
forest, a stream of misty beings, shadowy figures, in strange 
colors, blues and purples and mauves blended together, veiled, 
and with scarves floating behind them, as they run softly and 
swiftly over the lawns. Another stream comes up the road- 
way onto the higher ground. There uniting with the others 
they stream around the tree and sweep off again in ever chang- 
ing lines. 

Finally the figures converge toward the back forming a 
lane, down which from the depths of the forest comes Mother 
Nature, old and bent, white-haired, yet of an imperishable 
stateliness. She is garbed in a long brown cloak, which cast 
over her head falls to her feet. She carries a long golden staff, 



on which she leans as she walks. The faces of all are covered 
and hidden by their veils except Mother Nature. Her face can 
be seen. Two of the figures come with Mother Nature doivn 
to the Tree. As Mother Nature takes her seat upon the rock 
they stand on either side near her. The other figures stand in 
groups at the edge of the glade at some distance back from, the 
Tree. 

First Shadow : Oh Mother Nature, this wide spreading tree 
Again you seek ! 

Second Shadow : Again this mighty rock 

You make your throne ! 

First Shadow : But wherefore now this glade 

Have you sought out, and called these shadowy forms, 
These memories of former things, around 
You here ? 

Mother Nature : To cheer the birth-pangs of the World. 

In places such as this still am I found. 

Second Shadow : The birth-pangs ? 

First Shadow: Of the World? 

Mother Nature : Whole continents 

Are torn asunder. Nations tottering, leagues 
On leagues of sunny harvest fields are turned 
To drear, burnt, silent wastes untenanted. 
Races crash in conflict or cohere 
To gain new goals. But — New Freedom from this 

hell, 
A New World from this chaos shall be born. 

Again are heard the richly solemn strains of the Grieg 
music. Mother Nature sits absorbed in thought and contem- 
plation, as are also the two tall figures who attend upon her. 
The Shadowy figures scattered through the glade move in slow 
and solemn measure to the music, agitated by the tragic emo- 
tions Mother Nature has aroused. When the music comes to 
a close, all is silent a moment; the Shadowy figures are still. 
Mother Nature rises from her seat and raises her hands 

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clenched tight together the full length of her arms to heaven. 
Then letting them fall relaxed to her sides again, she speaks, 
breaking the silence with her clear and quiet voice. 

Mother Nature : This quiet glade ! To places such as this 
The souls of nations with the twilight come 
For soul refreshening. They come to pray 
Where purling brooks among the forest trees 
Dart on their way between the mossy rocks ; 
Neath high cathedral arches, where in silence 
Hallowed by years of love and sacrifice 
The glowing shafts of sunset light rain down 
Their heavenly benediction from above ; 
Or where in open field a mighty tree 
Uprears its branches to the blue-domed sky 
And slowly sailing contemplative clouds. 

First Shadow : Here then the place ! 

Second Shadow : This tree whose roots deep down 

Search out the secrets of the earth, whose leaves 
Yet tremble in the slightest breath of heaven ; 
This rock, immovable, unchanged, and fixed. 

Mother Nature: The ever changing and the unchanging! 
Lo, the epitome of life ! From this have all 
Things come ; to this all things return. 

First Shadow : And see, 

The sun draws near its setting. This the hour. 

Trumpet calls are heard as at a distance. Coming from 
among the trees off to the west appears America, in white, ivith 
golden girdle and golden liberty cap. She carries the Amer- 
ican Flag and the Shield of the United States. Serious in man- 
ner, walking slowly, she comes down toward the Tree where- 
under Mother Nature sits. 

America : Mother of all ! 

Mother Nature : My Daughter of the West ! 

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America : My soul is wrung with horror at the strife 
That blasts all Europe, devastates its fields, 
And strews its people, — dear dead men and women. 
Children even ! — corpses on the earth. I must — 
I will bring this dire conflict to an end. 
War ? I will end all war ! 

Mother Nature : Bring here her sword. 

America : I have foresworn the sword ! 

Mother Nature: To me then bring 

The sword. — There, on the tree, twixt heaven and 
earth. 

At the first demand for the sword, one of the lesser Sha- 
dows goes and brings the sword, in its sheath and with its belt, 
but stops at America's renunciation. At the second command 
the Shadow brings the sword down to the one of the Shadows 
near the Tree, who takes it and gives it to Mother Nature. 
Mother Nature quietly, imp erturb ably hangs the sword on the 
Tree and then quietly resumes her seat upon the rock. 

America : The Sword is War. The Sword is my Will 
Imposed without consent upon my peers. 
To my shores freely have all nations come ; 
And on my shores all freely have received 
An equal welcome and as equal rights. 
Here nothing partisan shall hold its place ! 
America has mewed her mighty strength, 
America has won her signal power. 
Among the nations by her steadfast love 
Of Equal Justice and of Peace. O World, 
My war is not on this side nor on that ; 
My war is war on War ! My power Peace ! — 
Peace irresistible ! War ! War ! War ! War ! 
Peace like to mine will I to Europe bring ! 

Mother Nature points down to the foot of the sloping road. 
The music plays "Rule Britannia" . Up the road comes the 
figure of Britain, direct and earnest in manner, and intent on 
her purpose. She carries the British Flag on her right arm 

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and wears her oval Shield on her left shoulder; her sword 
sheathed hangs at her side. As she comes into view, she 
reaches out her arm in greeting and supplication to Mother 
Nature. She mounts the steps and so comes up onto the high 
ground. 

Britain : Hail, Mother Nature ! 

Mother Nature: Hail, Imperial Daughter! 

Britain : My sons have rallied nobly to the cause ! 
From Canada, from India have they come, 
From far Australia and South Africa ! 
I held that honor was the under-rock 
On which the welfare of the World was built. 
My word I gave to Belgium : I have kept 
My word. And all the British family 
Of nations justify me with their blood. 
The full resources of the Empire have 
We given to France and to her Allies, — men. 
And ships, munitions, credit. Belgium, France, 
In turn have stood like lions in the path 
Of Prussian bestiality, and stemmed 
The onsweep of the worse than Hunnish horde 
From the peaceful plains of Europe and the World. 
We trusted Prussian honor. We atone, 
And now step forward in our turn to take 
The brunt of conflict. We were unprepared. 
Oh the keen, malicious preparation of 
Those fifty German years ! Der Tag ? Der Tag 
Has come ! The Day of Prussia's downfall dawns 
At last ! In line of battle do we stand, — 
France, Belgium, Russia, Italy, and I, 
Roumania, Serbia, Portugal, Japan, — 
To rescue the Right and Freedom of the World! 
Oh Mother Nature, this our prayer: the fight 
Is for the good of all, — let all take part ! 

With outsretched arms Britain appeals to Mother Nature, 
ivho with a gesture indicates the figure of America standing 
by. 

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Mother Nature: America! 

Britain turns and looks at America hut says nothing. 
There is silence a moment. Then America turns her eyes full 
upon Britain, and quietly dispassionately addresses her. 

America : I grant you have your side. 

Britain : My side ! 

America : You do not understand. I view 

This awful carnage from impartial ground, 
And only long to end it. Steuben, Schurz, 
DeKalb and Sigel, these are precious names 
To me. 

Britain : The life and liberty of all 

Depend upon the outcome! 

America : Ireland ? 

Britain : Yes. 

For Ireland are we fighting as for all. 
The Day of Freedom dawns ! — I will not plead 
With you to come, nor ask you. You will come 
Of your own will, your own high just accord. 

America: My voice shall ever be for Peace, 
My power exerted only to that end, 
Although my people shall not be forbid 
The rights of trade and commerce as of yore. — 
See here their grain, their cotton and their steel ! — 
But as Chief Neutral I will consecrate 
Myself, and wait and pray for that blest hour 
When I can lead the Armies of the World 
To Peace. 

Farmers and workmen bring in sheaves of wheat, bushel- 
haskets of corn, bales of cotton, and ivorkings of steel. Amer- 
ica by a gesture turns them over to Britain, ivho with dignity 
acknowledges this material assistance in food and supplies. 
Mother Nature observes and still seated and leaning on her 
golden staff, by an inclination of her head indicates her appro- 
val. The men pass on out. 

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The music interrupts, playing "The Marseillaise" . The 
figure of France comes running in up the road. She is swift 
in every motion, intense and aroused. Her dress of blue is 
caught up a little short, so as not to impede her running. She 
is somewhat dishevelled. On her head she wears a red Liberty 
Cap; in her hand she carries the streaming Tricolor of France. 
All the Shadows on the higher ground urge forward, their 
arms in the air, to acclaim her with enthusiasm, and Britain 
and America extend their hands toward her in tvelcome as she 
runs up the road onto the higher level and throws herself on 
the ground at Mother Nature's feet and kisses her hand with 
passionate devotion. 

Frances Mother ! 

Mother Nature lays her hand affectionately on France's 
head. 

France : Mother ! Mother ! 

Mother Nature : Child ! My child ! 

France : They seek to crush my spirit. But the soul 
That feeds and grows on sacrifice can not 
Be crushed. Its spirit rises on its sufferings 
As on wings of fire to victory ! 

Mother Nature : Spirit invincible ! True-hearted France ! 

France : But we need help ! My men are in the trenches, 
All of them. My women work. My children too. 
My young boys and my men of middle age 
Are all gone, at the front. My wounded, men 
With but one eye, with but one arm or leg,. 
Beg me to let them go back into service. 
Dear, noble sons ! No mother ever bore 
Their like ! My sons have done their part, and will, 
But three years have well nigh exhausted them, 
And we need help. No longer can I fill the place 
Of casualties. To you I come for help. 
My sister, Britain, — now henceforth beloved 
Eternally! — most valiantly has borne 
Us aid. Together do we fight one fight. 

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But you, America, are young and strong. 

And thus far have done nothing. Help us ! Come ! 

America: France! France! You win my soul from out 
my breast ! 
The Land of Lafayette can always claim 
America's sincerest gratitude ! 

France : Close-guarded then your soul forever shall 
Be safe within my heart of hearts ! — Alas, 
My stricken ones ! My godlike poilus torn 
By shells ! My homeless mothers with their babes, 
Driven, battle-driven from the cottages 
And fields where tenderly they nursed and reared 
The future sons of France to bless the world 
With Light ! Their soldier fathers, wounded, from 
The hospitals, seek out their village homes. 
There is no village, only piles of ruins, 
No wife, no children. They, thin, worn and gray 
From deprivation, with the marshalled host 
Of toil are — somewhere, doing what they can. 
This now is France. But every one no less 
Holds firm the faith of France ! Yes, every one, — 
Each father, mother, child, — will give his last, 
Dark, clotted drop of blood to win the gift 
Of world-wide Liberty for all mankind ! 

America : The Red Cross, France ! Henceforward I will wear 
Its glowing sign of mercy on my heart ! 
Oh Mother, let your hand now send me forth 
With your unquestioning relief to all 
The warring armies ! Equally to all 
I go! No uniform I recognize. 
But only suffering and need for help ! 
Oh France, the Flag of world-wide Liberty 
You bear ; and I of world-wide Mercy ! 

America goes over to Mother Nature, who rises from her 
seat on the rock and pins a large Red Cross upon America's 
breast. Then taking her head in both her hands, she bends 
America's head down to her and kisses her on the forehead. 

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America : Bring millions for their succor and relief ! 
Bring soft white antiseptic gauze to bind 
The wounds of wounded men ! Bring cooling drink, 
And saving knife, and rest ! Drive on, drive on 
Your ambulances straight into the zone 
Of shell-fire to remove the dying thence ! 
Brancardieres and nurses, doctors, — brave 
The gray dead sight and sound and smell 
Of decomposing battle-fields to save 
The wounded who remain, insensible 
Or writhing in their helpless agony 
Upon the cruel flinty ground. Save those 
In Jesus' name, who but for you are lost! 
And all the unoffending victims of 
The war ! — The starving thousands, send them food ! 
The homeless, build them shelters, give them clothes ! 
With every toil-free moment work for them ! 
Provide them with employ ! Restore their friends, 
Or give them new ones in yourselves ! 
Yes, in all stricken, sorrow-palsied lives 
Breathe new the breath of life ! America, 
Give, give, give ! Wear the Red Cross ! Give ! 

Obedient to America's appeal up the road come Red Cross 
stretcher-bearers, nurses, doctors, with supplies of food and 
of clothing. They salute America as they pass on up the road, 
and she raises her hand in blessing over them, as also do Bri- 
tain and France. 

Mother Nature: Speed on! Speed on! For some at best 
you are 
Too late ! Men now are dying you could save ; 
Women and children suffering you could 
Relieve ! 

Mother Nature holds up her hand for silence. She listens. 

Mother Nature : I hear the guns of Italy, — 

And Russia, — of Roumania, — Serbia, — boom 
Along the line from Riga to Trieste, 

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Pounding their way to freedom in the East, 
And echoing the incessant guns in France 
And Belgium in the West. 

There is a pause of complete silence, as Mother Nature 
continues to listen. Then a woman appears at the foot of the 
sloping road. She comes in hut a short distance and stops. 
France, England, America, all immediately raise their arms 
full length in honor of her. The Shadows step forward to- 
ward her and raise their arms in salutation. It is Belgium. 
She bows her head low in acknowledgement and then comes 
straight up the bank to Mother Nature, tvhile England, France 
and America dip their flags in salute. Belgium is a thin, spare 
woman. Her face is marked with noble strength and with 
suffering endured. She is simply draped in rusty black. In 
her right hand she clutches the torn Flag of Belgium, its staff 
broken off short. As she comes up onto the higher ground. 
Mother Nature rises, steps forward and silently embraces her. 
As Mother Nature resumes her seat, Belgium stands still and 
tense a moment and then botvs her head again very low and 
long in acknowledgement of the salute of the Nations. She 
then takes her place by Mother Nature, standing very close to 
her and holding her hand tight in her left hand. She is almost 
motionless. 

Belgium: My citizens deported, — shot. My girls, — 
Even my little girls, — outraged, enslaved, 
And murdered. Why? Because I challenged Might, 
By standing in the way, compelled the brute 
To unmask. But I would do the same again, 
If it again were to be done, to warn 
The human race against so gross a fiend 
As I have been exposed to these three years. 

There is silence a moment. Then again the Nations dip 
their flags in salute, and the Shadows raise their arms in salu- 
tation. Mother Nature again rises and embraces Belgium, 
kisses her, and blesses her. Belgium stands silently, clutching 
her torn Flag to her breast. 

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America: Exalted in your silence and your strength, 
The pale reproaches of your iron face ! 

The Orchestra again plays the Grieg music. While this 
still continues, there is a motion among the Shadows toward 
the side whither the Red Cross aid has gone. The two Sha- 
dows with Mother Nature themselves go over thither. One 
of the lesser Shadows brings in a circular life-preserver 
marked with the name, LusiTANiA. She gives it to one of the 
chief Shadows, who brings it over to Mother Nature and the 
Nations. America especially is horrified. Then another 
brings in a Red Cross flag, ivet and torn and with a hole 
through which a shell has passed, and a broken piece of oar. 
These also are brought over to Mother Nature. The righteous 
anger of the Nations is increased and reflected in the emotions 
of the Shadoius. Britain and France silently ivait for Amer- 
ica to speak. America is aroused to the extreme of fury and 
indignation. She stares dumb at the relics. Belgium alone is 
unperturbed. She merely inclines her head once or tivice to 
indicate that she has seen but long since is used to wanton hor- 
rors such as these. 

America : Give me the Sword ! Am I a woman ! What ? 
Shall I stand by and see my loved ones drowned. 
The wounded slaughtered? War? This is not war! 
This is the purging of the world ! The Sword ! 
The Sword is my Will irrevokably set 
Against all hideous rapine, murder, lust. 
Blood-draining arrogance! Give me the Sword! 

Mother Nature : At last you stand full woman and my child, 
Full glorious as your name, — America! 

As she speaks the name of America, Mother Nature rises 
from her seat upon the rock and takes the sword dotun from 
the tree. She starts to buckle the belt around America's waist. 

America : The sword alone ! I shall not want the sheath. 

Mother Nature draws the sivord out of its sheath and 
gives the belt and scabbard to one of the Shadows. 

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Britain : Now doubly strong in Honor, Freedom saved ! 
The day approaches when in federate league 
All peoples, tongues and races shall unite 
For mutual welfare and for perfect peace ! 
No loathsome viper shall henceforth abuse 
The privilege of peace and liberty 
To fire the harvests on a million farms, 
To pour red murder and destruction through 
The busy streets of countless thriving towns, 
And plot his dire aggrandizement above 
The equal glory of a peace-blest world ! 

France : Oh Heart of Great America, all France 
Salutes you as you take the sword. 
And gives you grateful welcome to her shores ! 

Belgium simply kisses the American Flag and utters the 
one word : — 

Belgium : America ! 

America, taking the sword from Mother Nature by the 
hilt, raises the sword as in salute before her face, the blade 
pointing up, and kisses the cross of the hilt; she then brings it 
straight down before her. 

America : In the Name of God, I choose ! 

I choose to die, so may I serve the right. 
And help to save the loveliness of earth 
To future days! 

Mother Nature raises her hands in blessing over America. 

Mother Nature : America, the Stars 

Fight with you, and the Seas, and all the Earth ! 
Go ! Victory brings Peace ! 

All: America! 

America : I go ! 

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America raises her flag high in the air. The music bursts 
forth in The Star Spangled Banner. At the same time up the 
sloping roadway come soldiers in khaki, sailors, aviators, 
marching in massed column with recruits and volunteers in 
civilian clothes, farmers and workmen, Red Cross nurses and 
stretcher-bearers tningled with the others. The column 
marches up onto the higher ground saluting America as they 
pass, and on off beyond to the front. Britain, France and Bel- 
gium, followed by the Shadows, go off with them, and the pro- 
cession closes with a bank of color. Only America, Mother 
N attire, and the two attendant Shadows remain as The Star 
Spangled Banner comes to an end. America stands in medi- 
tation alone. 

America : Gone. — They are gone. — Gone. Blood of my blood, 
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, — they are gone. 
But shall they return ? 

The figure of Sacrifice comes in from the direction whither 
the soldiers have gone. 

Sacrifice : Now have you given your all ; 

Now have you given yourself. 
America : I have — my all. 

Oh Sacrifice, my utter self I give. 

Sacrifice : Wherefore the holy joy that hovering waits 
To whirl you transcendentally away 
Above all suffering, all regret and pain ; — 
Since now, for all your utmost have you given, 
And giving all become at least therein 
Like God Himself. 

The figure of Vision appears a short distance behind them, 
near Mother Nature. 

America : Over their marching lines, 

Over their valiant souls, my brooding soul 
Sweeps on, leading them to victory 
And nerving them for that sacrifice whereby 
They gain the blessedness that I have gained 
By giving all. 

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Vision : So through the endless air, 

Forever, through the vast of Time and Space 

With your triumphant soul they march, they march, 

The deathless host invincible of those 

Who have given all. Rejoice, America, 

Rejoice ! Your sons attain the height of life's 

Divine completeness! 

Sacrifice: Vision, — it is he. 

America: Oh Vision, grant me clearer sight! 

Vision: With joy 

And holy gratitude praise bounteous Heaven! 
So shall you see their glorious triumphing 
' Who stand upon the summit of their lives, 
The purposes of God's eternal plans 
Wide-spread behold, and dying know they serve 
To their full measure perfectly His ends ! 
A short hour more or less, — what is it 
In the meagre year's duration of their days ? 
But that high consecration that shall grasp 
The whole of life for all mankind, — itself 
Is victory ! 

America kneels between Sacrfiice and Vision and offers 
her prayer of thanksgiving. 

America : Through all the ages hast Thou granted us 
The boon to work with Thee, and now again 
In this tremendous crisis of the world 
Thou dost allow us, God, to take a part 
In stablishing wide, fair and strong the love 
And freedom of Thy Will ! We thank Thee, God ! 
Thine own great Life of Immortality, 
Whereof is Liberty a passing gleam 
Across our world, floods all around our lives ! 
Lo, Thy full Sunlight pours athwart the sky ! 
So, with the brave and true of all the past 
We thank Thee ! We thank Thee with the mariner 
Who pierced the unknown seas; we thank Thee 
With the Puritan who sought these rugged shores 

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To worship Thee with conscience free, unshackled ; 

We thank Thee with the Pioneer who sowed 

The west with homes and spread this nation 

Cross the continent ! We thank Thee with all those 

Who died to keep the nation one ! And now 

We thank Thee, Father, Oh Most Glorious God, 

That Thou to us hast given it to be 

An instrument in Thine Almighty Hand 

With Belgium, France, and Britain and the rest ! 

Oh God, my sons have gone. With joy and with 

thanksgiving 
I give them, — and myself ! 

America rises frovi her knees and accompanied by Sacri- 
fice and Vision goes out in the same direction luhither the sol- 
diers have gone. Then Mother Nature rises from her seat and 
raises her hand over the audience as if pronouncing a benedic- 
tion. 

Mother Nature : The sunset falls on all the former world ; 
Now comes the night that shall all things restore ! 
For with the morning on a Day of Peace 
And on a New World shall the sun arise ! 

Again the orchestra plays the Grieg music. While the 
richly solemn strains are sounding through the air, Mother 
Nature attended by the two Shadows slowly crosses the grassy 
glade and disappears from view. 



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THE FIRST PERFORMANCE 

of 

THE SWORD OF AMERICA 

was given, for the benefit of the Red Cross, under the direction 

of the author, and with the cooperation of the 

Illinois Drama Federation 

in the 

AUDITORIUM OF THE UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS 

At TJrhana-Champaign 

THANKSGIVING NIGHT, NOV. 29, 1917 



Mother Nature ..... Mrs. Thomas Arkle Clark 

Attendant Shadows . . . Vivian Kay and Merle Turner 

America Severina Elaine Nelson 

Britain Ethel Marian Hottinger 

France Lois Marie Scott 

Belgium Mrs. Franklin William Scott 

Sacrifice Albert Woodward Jamison 

Vision Gerald Darfield Stopp 

Shadows — Dorothy Bahe, Harriet Jean Bowen, Goldia Butzer, 
Victoria Frederick, Mildred Gage, Edith Heizer, Opal 
Herriott, Flora E. Hottes, Mildred Knapheide, Jane 
Marie Leicksensing, Arlene Lumley, Dorothy Reeves, 
Ruth Reeves, Agnes Sloan, Madelene Sloan, Ethel Stol- 
tey, Charlotte Welch. 

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Red Cross Nurses — Emily Elizabeth Bayley, Elizabeth Blake- 
slee, Frances Brooks, Frona Marguerite Brooks, Helen 
Laura Doocy, Erna Claire Goldschmidt, Marcelle Vere 
Laval, Beulah Wise Prante, Mildred Sykes Whitford, 
Frances Louise Withrow. 

Farmers, Miners, and Steel Workers — T. H. Armstrong, 
C. E. Barnes, D. F. Bernstein, F. F. Carny, W. K. Clif- 
ford, W. H. Eichorn, J. Z. Frazier, T. B. Manny, H. P. 
Owen, A. K. Sanderson, E. H. Stevenson, D. P. Ward. 

Soldiers and Volunteers: — Arthur H. Bodenschatz, M. E. 
Brame, F. L. Bruder, Robert J. Christ, M. C. Crew, 
Glenn Dunbar, Werder Hegan, B. G. Hatch, J. R. John- 
son, Don Mayhue, Fred G. Maurer, Donald D. McGuire, 
Louis McMillan, J. B. McCorkle, Willard Pettit, H. A. 
Powell, J. L. Reed, J. L. ReVeal, G. F. Stamm, George 
C. Sullivan, Paul Walker. 



The Music was under the direction of J. Lawrence Erb, F.A. 
G.O., and Edson W. Morphy; Fay W. Swartz, Rehearsal 
Accompanist ; 

The Costumes were designed by Mrs. William Chauncy Lang- 
don; 

The Rhythmic Motion of the Shadows was devised by Miss 
Verna Brooks and Miss Anna Lue Hughitt ; 

The Scenery was lent by A. J. Duncan of the Orpheum Thea- 
tre, Champaign ; 

The Management was conducted by a Committee appointed 
by President Edmund J. James, consisting of Francis 
Keese Wynkoop Drury, William Chauncy Langdon, and 
Rex R. Thompson, Manager. 



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